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He was bound onto the floor, pinned by the massive weight of Rogers. He cried out with each thrust the mercenary did into him and he struggled against the hold. “Hold still, you whelp!” Rogers shouted before slapping him across the face. Rogers groaned deeply as his body betrayed him and clenched around Rogers' cock. The alpha chuckled before thrusting harder. “Scream all you want, Johnny. Your body's saying different things,” he said. When he continued to fight against him, Rogers pulled out and roughly flipped him over onto his stomach. “I said,” he said pinning him down. “Hold still,” he stated before pushing back into him, hard and sharp.
NCIS Special Agent Benjamin Tallmadge woke up with a startled gasp. A quick recon of his surroundings put him at ease. He was in his own home in Arlington, Virginia and he let out a sigh of relief. It had been two years since he was raped by Rogers while he was in heat. Since his two and half years of undercover work was blown by a mole within the Department of Defense. Since his rescue by a Navy SEAL team led by his best friend, Caleb Brewster. It took two months of therapy to get passed the first hurdle and then Ben found out he was pregnant.
A sharp cry erupted his thoughts and Ben sighed out before getting out of bed and heading down the hall to his son's room. Little Samuel Augustus Tallmadge had pulled himself up onto his feet and was crying full out when Ben got to the nursery. “Hey, what's the ruckus?” Ben asked.
“Da-da,” Sammy cried and Ben lifted him out of his crib and headed downstairs to the kitchen.
“Such a fuss at three in the morning,” he said. One bottle of warm milk later and Sammy was out like light. “That's my boy,” Ben said as he laid Sammy back down into the crib. Rather than going back to his room, Ben sat down on the rocking chair and watched his son sleep. He was growing up fast and looking more and more like Ben every day. He was thanking God for that every night before he went to sleep. The whole time he was pregnant, he wondered what would have happened if the little baby growing inside him didn't look a thing like him. The second the nurses put little Samuel into his arms at the hospital, he fell in love with him. His piercing blue eyes and little tuft of blonde hair on top of his head gave him hope. As Sammy grew, he looked more and more like Ben. His mother had always said that Sammy was a mini me version of Ben and he wouldn't have it any other way.
His mother and father doted on the little guy when he visited them in Setauket, Long Island, where he grew up. He also planned to take Sammy on a trip up to Connecticut to show him Yale, where he attended school. He was hoping it might rub off on him and he go there when he goes to college. Ben put his arm through the bars of the crib and gently rubbed his son's arm. The little boy moaned in his sleep and he moved his arm away from his daddy. Ben chuckled. “Okay. I won't bother you any more,” he said standing up from the bed. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his son's head. Sammy made another sound in his sleep before settling down. Ben quietly backed out of the nursery and headed down the hall back to his room. He let out a sigh as he climbed back into bed and tried to get back to sleep. It worked; for all of two hours because at 5 am, Sammy woke up.
Ben's promising career wasn't his father's first choice. He went to Yale University, majoring in economics, but Ben's real passion was linguistics. To the date, Ben spoke six languages fluently, aside from English; French, Italian, Russian, Spanish, Arabic and Pashtu. Caleb had always poked fun that it was because he had a talented tongue. The last two were only possible because he had a friend in college who spoke both and taught Ben both languages over the course of four years. After graduation, Ben joined the training program for law enforcement, FLETC. He chose NCIS as his primary goal and graduated top of his class. By then his language skills were off the chart and he was immediately shipped off to the Naval base in Rota, Spain. It was there he recognized someone on the NCIS wall, hired mercenary, Robert Rogers. Ben was shopping in a market on his day off when he literally bumped into Rogers. Had Ben been an alpha, Rogers would have not looked twice at him, but Ben was an omega. He only took one suppressant that day and Rogers was able to smell it on him. He immediately began flirting with Ben and Ben flirted back. Rogers was interested and Ben took the opportunity that was in front of him and said yes when Rogers asked him out.
Having no undercover work, his director, Vance, was skeptical he could pull it off, but Ben only had to play boyfriend. He wasn't in Rogers' mercenary group. So, for two and half years, Ben was Jonathan Bolton, an English teacher at a college in Rota. He had an off base apartment to keep up appearances, but most of his time was spent at Rogers' seaside mansion. Most of Rogers' men spoke French or Spanish, but there were a few who spoke only Arabic. Ben wrote down everything he remembered, which was basically everything, thanks to his eidetic memory. Then one day, everything hit the fan. Ben came back to Rogers' house from the market and found him waiting for him. Rogers' confronted him about being a federal agent and when Ben tried to deny it, Rogers produced pictures.
For two weeks, Ben was at Rogers' mercy. Then it happened, he went into heat and Rogers took him violently, planting seed into him. His captor still called him Johnny, so it would seem he didn't know he real identity yet. After Rogers was done with him, he would let his men take a turn while he was in heat. After they were all done, Ben realized he missed his two week check in with his handler and hopefully soon he would be rescued. A SEAL team, along with his NCIS teammates on base, stormed the mansion at night and rescued him. The men who got in the SEAL team's way were killed. Rogers himself got away. Ben spent weeks in the base hospital before he was well enough to ship back to the States. There was no way he could stay in Spain or Europe for that matter. Rogers moved from the fifth most wanted to the most wanted on the NCIS wall.
Now Ben was primarily a field agent out of the Washington Navy Yard base. While he was pregnant with Sammy, he worked behind a desk and spent a majority of him time in MTAC hunting down leads on their most dangerous criminals, including Rogers. There was also a search on finding out who the mole who blew Ben's cover was. They were able to trace the mole to the Department of Defense, but they've been stuck ever since.
After Ben did his morning yoga with Sammy watching from his play pen, he made breakfast. Sammy wanted Cheerios today, so that's what Sammy got, along with some banana. Sammy was well on his way going through solid foods already. Ben only resorted to milk at night when he cried. During the day, Sammy preferred apple juice or orange juice. After breakfast, Sammy was dressed for the crisp fall day in the middle of September and then Ben got dressed. He packed Sammy's baby bag and got his gun and badge from the safe. With a coat and hat on Sammy, he picked him up and headed out.
Sammy was dropped off at Aunt Anna's house, also in Alexandria. She was the only person he trusted, aside from his parents, to watch Sammy. There was no way in hell he was leaving his son at a daycare. The only daycare he trusted was the one on the Washington Navy Yard and he only used that one when Anna couldn't watch Sammy.
“Morning, Tallmadge,” Agent Gibbs said as Ben walked into the squad room.
“Morning, Gibbs,” Ben said. “Caleb in yet?” he asked of his partner.
“I haven't seen him,” Gibbs said and Ben groaned. He tossed his go bag onto the floor and picked up the phone. Just as he was about to ring Caleb, the soft bearded former Navy SEAL came out of the elevator looking like he had the time of his life, that came with a hangover. He wore the same clothes that Ben saw him in yesterday, sunglasses on his face and he groaned when the elevator closed behind him.
“Whoa,” Tony DiNozzo said as Caleb walked into his and Ben's squad area behind the main team area.
“Caleb, what did I tell you about going out on a Sunday night?” Ben asked as he put his phone down and Caleb groaned.
“Sorry, Benny-boy, couldn't be helped,” he said as he slowly sat down. Tony leaned against the wall to get in conversation.
“What was her name?” he asked.
“Genevieve,” he said and Ben let out a groan causing Gibbs and Tony to chuckle.
“She must have been some lady,” Gibbs said from his desk.
“She was. Most beautiful night ever,” Caleb said.
“I'm surprised that you remember anything,” Ben said and Tony chuckled. He opened his drawer and got the huge bottle of aspirin. “For your troubles,” he said putting it on Caleb's desk.
“Thank you.”
“You know what, I've got a hangover cure if you're willing to try it,” Tony said. Caleb groaned again as he lifted his sunglasses to reveal bloodshot eyes. “Whoa,” Tony chuckled.
“I'll try it,” he said and Tony headed off to his desk.
“Hopefully it's just going to be a paperwork day,” Ben said and Caleb groaned, placing his head on his desk.
Meanwhile......
At a small conference room in the White House, President George Washington was holding a security meeting with the directors of FBI, NSA, CIA and the Secretary of Defense. It was the normal Monday meeting among them all before he brought up a known mercenary that he had tasked them all with getting. “Robert Rogers,” Washington said.
“What about him, sir?” Secretary of Defense Charles Lee asked.
“Where are we on his apprehension?” Washington asked. Robert Rogers was resurfacing in Europe and he wanted the mercenary in jail.
“Uh, our agents are no where near getting into his organization, sir,” CIA director Nathaniel Sackett said.
“Our analysts haven't been able to dig up anything new on him,” NSA director Benedict Arnold said.
“Didn't we have an agent undercover inside his organization? ” Washington asked. Everyone was quiet and Washington looked over to his Secretary of State, Thomas Jefferson.
“There was, Mr. President,” he said. “It was two years ago,” he added.
“What happened?”
“His cover was blown,” FBI director Scott said.
“So, he was your man, William,” Washington said.
“Uh, no, he wasn't, sir. I just heard that was what happened through the grapevine,” Scott said.
“Sackett?” Washington asked.
“He wasn't mine,” Sackett said. “Robert Rogers has a very specific screening for his men in his organization. He can spot an agent a mile away,” he said.
“Lee?”
“He wasn't mine, sir,” Lee said.
“Okay, let me ask this. The agent in question, did he work for any of you?” Washington asked and the directors remained silent.
“That would be a no, sir,” Jefferson said.
“I know who it was, sir. It was an NCIS agent,” Arnold said.
“Navy?” Washington asked. “Why is Rogers on their radar?”
“He's on their most wanted wall for bombing a naval base in Greece,” Scott asked. “I know Director Vance, I could give him a call.”
“No, I will talk with NCIS. Why is it no one thought they should not be here?” Washington asked.
“They are Navy cops,” Lee said distaste.
“Still, they should have been at this meeting,” Washington said. “It would appear that NCIS has more intelligence on Rogers than any of you combined. I believe we should have an extra security meeting this week. Thursday's the only clear day for me. Clear your calendar, gentlemen. You are going to meet the agent who did the one thing your agents couldn't do.”
A chorus of 'Yes, Mr. President' calls echoed through the room and the meeting was adjourned. “I'll call Director Vance myself and get them here.”
“Of course, Mr. President,” Jefferson said.
“How are you feeling over there?” Ben asked Caleb. The two of them have been doing paperwork from their previous case.
“The room isn't spinning anymore,” Caleb said and Ben nodded his head.
“That's good news.” Ben heard Gibbs' phone go off and he heard the senior field agent answer it.
“Gibbs. Yeah, all right. Okay, we'll be right there,” he said and Ben looked over at Caleb who groaned. “Sorry, Brewster, but we got a dead Naval lieutenant in Shenandoah Park.”
“Boss?” DiNozzo asked.
“Gear up, DiNozzo. Tallmadge, Brewster, you too. With McGee and Bishop out with the flu, I'll need you two,” he said and Ben was up out of his seat getting his gun out of his drawer. “Get the truck,” he said tossing the keys back to him.
“Will do, boss,” he said.
“You don't have to call me, boss, Tallmadge,” Gibbs said.
“I know,” he said. The four boys headed out to play.